And then there’s the procreation. These creatures require a host to incubate, latching onto their victim’s face and implanting an embryo that eventually bursts through their chest. This visceral body horror makes the alien feel like a living embodiment of disease, an unstoppable force that invades and destroys from within.
This concept continues in Alien: Romulus, director Fede Alvarez’s newest addition to the franchise, which opens at The Triplex this week. Romulus aims to bring the series back to its roots, recreating the tense, tactile horror that made the original so iconic.
The heroes in these movies never have time to ask about intentions, or seek solutions. They can’t even defeat these creatures — their victories are just a delay until the next encounter. But there’s something cathartic about watching someone face down an insidious, unrelenting evil, even if the victory is only temporary.
Alien reminds us that while we may not always understand or defeat the monsters in our lives, confronting them head-on is a triumph in itself.